Over-estimations

Well, this may have very well been my most grievous miss calculation in quite some time. I feel stupider than when I spent an hour making up a sob story to tell ‘Joseph’ and two hours making shitty little props to go along with it.

I’m going to be blunt, I’ve drugged Duckie.

I cracked a canister of a drug I’d rather not name at the moment and let it fill the room. That one canister could probably do him through the week so I can’t trust the situation to resolve itself any longer; I’m going to have to go remove it myself. Can’t have him vulnerable and advertising himself for that long. I probably shouldn’t have let it go on for as long as I have given the dangerous hit squads that have been out.

I don’t know why I thought Duckie could figure this out. The point was for him to find the canister and get his guard up. He’s been too happy since I told him he’s getting a squad, far too hopeful. I need him guarded and ready for anything.

Oh well. I guess everyone has their limits.
I guess its best I found his now.
Fracture out!

A Better Place

This job is a hard one. I sometimes have long sleepless nights where I sit there in bed and remember all of the people who I’ve stomped on to bring Father’s game forward. Most of the time, I can push these bothersome thoughts aside. But sometimes it’s far too much to bare. A fractured mind is capable of so much but everything has its limits. It almost sickens me that this was the best I could have had in life. I wonder if my younger self would approve of this life? I hope so. Someone really should.

All those people I’ve killed, the poor saps I’ve driven insane, the lost souls I’ve manipulated into weapons for my Master. I remember this poor man… I skinned his grandson in front of him and pressed him into service on the threat that I would do the same to his granddaughter. Unfortunately she had to be present for that process. She’s still very much catatonic. She says his name sometimes…

“Jack… Jack…”
It’s heart breaking.

But then I think, ‘What if I hadn’t been there?’ What if someone else had been given the same task? I mean, it’s stupid to assume these tasks would have never happened without my existing. How much worse would these people be if some asshole had failed trying to do what I do?

I see my victim’s deaths being carried out improperly making them pointless when the point fails to get across. I see people being driven to madness through wholly ineffective means leaving them to face more hardship down the road when they finally come out of it. I see lost souls being tortured but never finding a new home or learning of the small comfort working for Him brings.

I see little Jack being slaughtered only for the man to refuse service and leave with his little catatonic brat at the first opportunity he got.

Countless atrocities committed for little, if any, gain making every act pointless.
I know from my heart that I make this world a better place…
Just not for everyone.
Fracture out.   :D

The Big Boy Pants

Well that was an interesting turn of events. Try as subject 926 might to sound upset, suspicious, and paranoid; he certainly seems to be excited at the prospect of getting to lead a squad. Although I highly suspect being a squad leader means something else to him than it does to most. In his time with a squad, the squads were like small families with the squad leader acting as a head of the house hold. So I’m sure Duckie, on some level at least, is psyched that he finally gets to put on the big boy pants and be an adult.

I’ve been relishing my time spent away from him. I can finally use the path again to get around, which has been quite the incredible time saver. I had honestly forgotten how immensely useful that was. As those of you who are actually a part of my affairs know, I got to visit the compound. I also dropped in on a football game and popped over to England to pick up some tea. You know it’s still taxed to all hell there? It’s totally worth it though, in my opinion at least.

I still have things that need doing abroad but most of that is in site #4958 where Whisper has set up shop, in New York, or at the compound.  I’m thinking I really ought to check in on Duckie real soon here before he does something stupid. I figure he also needs me to make an appearance if he is going to make a Fracture squad member post.

Lets go see how Daddy’s pants are fitting him,
Fracture out.

Math, Thou Art a Cruel Bitch

So, I have great news everyone. Subject 926 actually managed to pass his little Picasso test and with flying colors no less. I’m calling this experiment a complete success. It is undeniable proof that he can learn and be reprogrammed into something far more useful than a rabid dog. I’m so happy I stopped by Ralph’s grave on the way to Whisper and shot up his corpse some. People complain about beating a dead horse but that shit is fun. Fuck you Ralph. I was right, you were wrong.

Besides a nasty headache, little concussion, and her screaming for the entirety of the trip, Picasso seems to be doing well. We had her ‘Sentencing’ today. Hehe. As if I didn’t already know what was going to happen. He fixed her. She should be far more manageable now. I’m sure our nosy readers on Wrath is Eternal will have all kinds of questions over this but Duckie is both too stupid and stubborn to pay it any real mind. I’m sure he’ll just be happy to see her alive.

I bet he’s all kind of fidgety over his new squad. While that is fun, it is counterproductive for our new cause. For once this is not a test. Numbers are numbers and Whisper needs results if experiments are to resume. Buckle down people; we’re pulling double time in all departments. Sloth, you’re pulling quadruple time to make sure you’re working as hard as everyone else you slacking piece of shit! Move!

But like, tomorrow. Or never. You’re both fucking advisory position and neither of you ever seem to say shit.

Infinity times zero is still zero so… just stay the course I guess.
Fracture out!

I'll Take You to the Coffee Shop~

But first some notes on the experiment at hand. I have to say I am quite impressed with Subject 926’s ability to make sure his marks go down and never get up. I say a lot of nasty things about the kid but that dick is a natural killing machine. Even I grimaced at what he did to that woman with the net and I’ve done some right terrible things. I suppose we have Ralph to thank for Duckie’s incredible efficiency, at least in part anyways.

But that dead, dopy, douche bag is also the cause of what is troubling Duckie now. Apparently 926 was never taught the merits of self control which, thinking about it now, really explains a lot of his problems. Control is mandatory in most higher functioning tasks. He’ll be a much more valuable asset and far less of a liability if he can just work past this.

I issued another command and tried to talk him through it but at the end of the day it’s all on him.

Title topic time! While Duckie was off on one of his three hour naps, I slipped off to the Café to pay ‘Joseph’ a visit. It was far more pleasant than I thought it would be but that had a lot more to do with his squad not being around than the man himself. I congratulated him and then we talked. Tricks were shown off, tables were carved, muscles were flexed, cake and coffee was consumed, threats were thrown around, lies were told, assets were shared, and favors were owed. I was all quite standard really.

I certainly wouldn’t say I gained an ally after the sorted affair, but I do believe I gained a contact.
At the end of the day, I tend to find a contact far more useful anyways.

Now if you would excuse me, a car seems to have just broken through our motel door.
Fracture out!

In Memory of Ralph

So Subject 926 passed.

We did it. We really did it. I would like to take this moment to thank Ralph, the man who was overseeing Duckie’s progress before me. I would like to thank him for failing at his job as hard as he did for if he hadn’t this victory would not have been possible. Thank you Ralph, may the shallow grave I left you in be violated often by all manner of horrible thing. Seriously Ralph, you sucked.

As an added bonus, I also got to try out overseer protocol 13A on Subject 926’s laptop. That was a lot of fun. I really got to lay into Duckie for the first time without having to worry about his constant love taps. I mean, it obviously didn’t work out for me in the end.  Poke the bear too hard and he’ll maul you,… or in my case break your left third rib. God fucking damn it that hurt. He didn’t even pierce the skin, just broke the rib. I had to cut into myself to set the bone. It was worth it though, more in principle than anything else though.

While we’re on sour notes, I noticed we have a new finger in the pot. I’m trying to play this one a little cooler than I did with Executor. They call him “Joseph” and he seems to be… well to be perfectly honest I have no idea what he’s after. Best guess, he’s legitimately trying to help Subject 926 which I couldn’t even began to understand. I could see it coming from Ember but not from “Joseph”. Doesn’t really matter though, the problem seems to have fixed itself with “Joseph”'s new promotion. I’m sure he’ll be far too busy to really make a difference now. I might stop by and congratulate him in person just to really rub it in his face. That would be the proper thing to do.

Rambling.
Fracture out!